Once upon a time, there was a little mouse named Charlie. You can find Charlie living in the valley at the bottom of a big hill, in a little house made out of wood.

        On this particular morning, as Charlie lay in his bed, the sun was so bright it was hard on his sight. He could hear birds singing such a delightful tune. While butterflies flitted from flower to flower, back and forth they danced, for this was their hour.

    It’s such a wonderful, sunny day that I must get outside. It’s time to play! So Charlie sat up straight, and then he got out of bed. He put on his slippers, the ones that were red. He then reached for a shirt - the long-sleeved one, of course. And he put on the comfy pants that he pulled on with a dance. It could be a little chilly first thing in the morning. Then Charlie finished his breakfast of tortillas, eggs, and beans, and then he washed his hands, all shiny and clean. 

    Charlie went outside to look around. He wanted to see what could make this great sound. He gazed high in the sky, looking to and then fro; he even saw birds that were flying too low. The singing was outstanding, as you may have guessed, the birds sang so well, you'd be really impressed.  “Wow, this day will be amazing! I know it too well, I have an idea, today will be swell!” Then Charlie walked over to the shed by his house, which was full of neat things made just for a mouse. It was built out of logs and even some sticks; for this little mouse still had a few tricks. 

    Once inside the shed, Charlie rummaged around. He dragged out a trunk which was all leather-bound. Then he gathered some things, even things he had found. He pulled out his suitcase, which he hadn't used in some time, and his snorkel and mask, still covered in grime. He found an old book he wanted to read, a beach towel, a map, which he would certainly need. A flowered shirt, a hat, some beach toys and a bucket, his swim trunks and sunglasses, the ones from Nantucket. "I'm going on a vacation!" Charlie declared.

    Then off to the airport Charlie would go, as today's new adventure was not just for show. He arrived at the airport with no time to spare, so he ran to the gate with a bit of a scare. Charlie boarded the plane and looked for his seat. Next to the window would really be neat. Then Charlie put on his seatbelt and fastened it tight. Then he sat back, elated, and waited for the flight. The airplane's engines started up, then began to growl. They thumped, and they pumped and then let out a howl. Then the plane took off with a great deal of speed, off to the sky as if it were freed. 

    Then Charlie settled in and fell fast asleep. With his noise-cancelling headphones, he could not hear a peep. The next thing he knew, the airplane had touched ground; he'd slept so well that he had not heard a sound. Charlie looked out his window and smiled with glee, for just past the runway, he could see a palm tree. He was now in Mexico; so much fun this could be, but he's still in this tube waiting to flee. Then Charlie grabbed his suitcase, which he rolled down the aisle, and down the stairs he walked, with a really big smile.    

    Once inside the airport, there were some forms to sign. Then Charlie picked up his backpack and joined the big line. But soon he was through and on his way. It was time to continue this adventurous day. As he stepped outside, he could feel the heat, with warm air on his face and even his feet. It wasn't at all like his house in the hills, where everything always had a case of the chills. Then Charlie boarded a bus, the one that was green. Compostela on the side is what could be seen.   

    As the bus carried on, down the 200 road, passing taco stands, grass huts and even a toad. Up and down the hills, they continued along; at times under trees that hung so low. The bus would speed up, and then it would slow. Then finally, after a couple more stops, the bus slowed right down in front of a town. Charlie got off the bus and looked at the sign; he looked at the trees and knew it was time. Lo de Marcos, Nayarit, which was where he was now, so he let out a cheer that sounded like wow!

    So he crossed the carretera and went down the street, on Luis Echevarría, where he now placed his feet. Charlie kept walking, not doing much talking. He gazed at the shops and the restaurants too. He saw ice cream, tacos and birria stew. A couple of minutes had passed; he must surely be there, really close to the beach; he walked without care. Then he looked to his left, and there it stood, the house Papa T and Drama had built, like no one else could. Charlie banged on the gate, and to his surprise, the door flew open right before his mouse eyes. 

    This place was magical; he could hardly breathe. It had palm trees and flowers, and just a slight breeze. Then, to his amazement, in front of his feet, a swimming pool and floaties-this couldn’t be beat. Charlie let out a roar. Who could want more? He put his bags in his room at a very quick pace. Then he threw on his bathing suit, as if it were a race. Then off he went towards the beach, such a short stroll to the water's reach. The ocean was blue and seemed to have no end. He looked up and down, and just then, met a friend.